Friday, July 27, 2018

little things Michael brought to mind....

In talking about some of the memories in the blog today, Michael asked me if i had put in Shawn's debut on stage.....2 years old.....it was a Christmas program at his daycare.  Michael is seated next to me....video camera in hand (and back then they were HUGE - and HEAVY) and the music starts.  From the back of the church, here comes this little line of babies....Jingle bells being played on the piano....and they have little bells tied around their wrists - so here they came....and here comes our little boy with that gorgeous brown hair in a bowl cut....smiling so big as he walks by.  Then they get on stage....and if i remember correctly, Shawn was on the front row.  They all get into place and then another song begins to play and they are all starting to "sing" and jingle their wrists.....except our Shawn.  He has his shirt in his hands and pulls the entire thing over his head!  For the next few minutes they are up there, we see nothing but his tummy - AND his belly button!  He had a hernia and it was a EXTREME "outtie".  Michael was laughing so hard that when we got the video home to look at it, it was all blurry because it was jumping up and down - his laughing so hard!

So then fast forward....this is a memory when Shawn and Deb were first married.  They were going to spend Christmas with Diane and Ed in Michigan.  He didn't know them hardly at ALL....and we didn't either.  So i am wanting to send a little Christmas gift and decide to make a "movie night" bucket for them to share.  It was a round popcorn box thing and i filled it with candy etc. and some movies.  I had remembered a really good Harrison Ford movie where he was the president and in an airplane and trying to get the bad guys on the plane - when looking for it i found one called "1600" something and it had Harrison Ford in it so i grabbed it.  We get a call from Shawn and he says "MOM.....what in the WORLD were you thinking????" - apparently they all popped the popcorn, got their drinks, sat down to watch the movie and the opening scene is x rated.....it was NOT the movie i thought it was.  Michael and i were just sitting here talking about that....and we could both hear Diane's voice saying "Oh DEAR!!"

Then there was the time we were ALL invited to Camp Winter's summer picnic.  The kids were fairly new to the company and totally worried about the parents embarrassing them and both told us "whatever you do, just don't say anything that might call attention or embarrass us" - that was mostly Shawn.....but i am sure Deb felt the same.  So they have this photographer set up in this certain area to take pictures of the families....i mean this was a HUGE deal.  Roger had invited all the out of town parents to come and actually paid for plane tickets and lodging....no expense was spared.  Anyway, we all find our way over to the part of the beautiful park where they have the photographer set up.  There's a picnic table there and since there are 6 of us, we think what a great idea to all sit on the picnic table.  Diane and i are helped up by our hubbies....then one by one the rest of the family begins to find a spot - until the picnic table totally falls to the ground....with a HUGE k-BAM!  You can see people all over the park turn in our direction =)  Oh yes, let's not do ANYthing to embarrass Shawn!! Oh my gosh, i am laughing out loud as i type this.

Then there's the time Shawn decided to sneak the car out - he was 14 and Memaw and Papaw Corley were staying at our house with the kids while Michael and i were away.  Our Youth minister tells us about a week later that he overheard Shawn telling the boys in the youth group about taking out our car late one night and picking up Elliott Barner....driving through Whataburger and then back home.  He never could find out how we found out about his little escapade.....but grounded he was....for quite a while!

That's all for now....just want to write stuff down as i remember.....because i NEVER want to forget!!
Oh how i love my sweet family!!!!

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